August 29, 2011

For Tradition's Sake...

Every year on the Tuesday after Labor Day, my mom would religiously line the three of us up on our front porch: shoulder to shoulder, backpacks on our backs, and lunchboxes in hand. Standing in the middle of our front lawn, she would snap the obligatory “First Day of School” picture and pretend to ignore our eye-rolls. This happened year after year until graduation. We even did it the year that Mom bravely decided to homeschool us.

As we grew older, we’d groan, wince, and try to talk Mom out of another silly picture. But she’d insist – all in the name of tradition.

In case you haven’t noticed, I carry with me a smidgen of the sentimentality that was so beautifully modeled by my sweet mother. So today, as the weather turned appropriately cooler and the Mr. slung his backpack over his shoulder to face his 2nd year of Optometry school, I turned to my purse to pull out my camera. Instinctively, he groaned, “You’re not going to take another first day of school picture are you?”

I grinned.

So here is my *uber* handsome and cooperative husband. Smiling on command and rolling his eyes – just a little bit. All in the name of tradition.

What a hunk!
*Swoon*

This is how he feels about starting school.
And about me taking his picture.

Happy First Day of School, my love! I'm so very proud of you and so very honored to be your wife! You amaze me.

Just Us

We will also remind you that this is just aBLOG…just the highlights. We don’t sit around happily smiling for pictures all day long. Our life is far from perfect: we are imperfect people serving a perfect God. We do strive to glorify God, but we fail miserably and find comfort in knowing that our debts have been paid and we have been set free.